Baby baby, feelin′ lady, what you feelin'?
Built to last, I′mma reduce competition
Stretch like a G-string, stay in that ass
Eliminate your words you think are tough
By movin' herbs you think are rough
Spice Girls figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stopped up and stuffy
Everything you producin′ makers cuddly and fluffy
Soft as Kleenex tissue
You with the coalition pushin′ the vinyl
Funny style, movin' the feminine issue
Attack you mentally, you know I wouldn′t get you
Gorilla shots, figure out what animal bit you
Tractor trailer from the side hit you
Tryin' to figure what animal hit you
(Tryin′ to figure out)
You tryin' to play me like I′m from Montreal or Calgary
You never noticed G how the.38 weighs a lot of pounds and what it be
If you knew, you wouldn't be standin' in front of me
A hundred percent of you is imitation, take off that baseball cap
Jersey, ask your mother, you′s a wannabe
A forty-six dollar three-color face watch
Yellow band, don′t step to me
I know your estimate B, don't question me
You met the rude awakenin′, find the best of me
I don't care ′bout your favorite rapper, they're less to me
Urinate on your V.I.P. area
Where girls roam, piss on your dome
Bodyguard face the C.I.P. area
(You know what′s the meaning of)
I know I had to make a record soon
Destroy your whole mechanism
Copulate on your Miyoshi jeans
And fake record soon
You blew up alright, you's a blimp
Up in the air homo, your crew is a helium balloon
You guys with thug mentality wearin' them
Tight-ass black thongs with black Sassoons
Smooth on your anus, your girl defecate my diamonds out with prunes
And mushrooms
You cats face the public here, you know the rules
From MC Hammer down to Little Romeo
Out of two million rappers, you pick a name and lose
I penetrate news
My tomahawk missiles piss on crews
You know baby, can you tell a man?
You know a lady, bay-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Writer(s): Keith Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
